Date: Sat, 13 Dec 2008 02:24:20 -0800 (PST)
From: James Jones
Subject: Atlantic Express, Ch61 Kokoda Pt 3
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Atlantic Express, Chapter 61, Pt 3 Kokoda, by justjames17.
Last paras of Part 2
They paddled through the rushing creek tripping and struggled up the muddy
slippery bank to hold position at the edge where they peered from under the
plants at the Japanese position. There were approximately 80 soldiers
scattered about the clearing digging in to make trenches, the mortar
emplacement was on their right with a machinegun emplacement dug in
covering it from up the track. Peter and his men were behind the
emplacements and as most of the troops were busy digging holes their rifles
were in piles scattered about the area. Peter indicated to two men to toss
grenades at the two emplacements while he and the rest opened fire on the
unprepared troops.
Two grenades arced through the air to land in or near the emplacements as
Peter and the rest opened fire at the busily digging men, the grenades
exploded flinging shrapnel about killing or wounding the gunners as the
remaining troops stopped in mid dig shocked at the sudden attack. A few
quick thinkers dropped their entrenching tools running towards their
weapons while an officer drew his pistol firing in the general direction of
Peter's men. Peter aimed his Owen gun and cut the officer down as he fell
his pistol flew through the air to land in the muddy hole where two of his
dead troops lay. Those uninjured men had reached their piled rifles and
they dropped to the mud chambering a round as they returned fire. While a
huge shirtless shaven headed n.c.o. waving his Sumari sword in one hand and
firing his Nambu pistol in his other ran towards their position screaming
in Japanese.
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Screams of 'Banzai' battered the commandos' eardrums along with the crack
of rifle fire and crump of grenades exploding, the huge shaven headed
Japanese n.c.o. charging through the fusillade of bullets seemed to have a
charmed life; he didn't attempt to weave or duck the bullets flying about
the area. The monster closed the creek bank where Peter and his men were
positioned the sharp samurai sword flashing as he waved it about in front
of him while firing his pistol until the magazine was empty, he flung the
useless weapon at Peter's head as Peter swung his Owen gun about firing a
volley at the running maniac. The pistol hit Peter on the forehead knocking
him unconscious causing him to fall back and crash down to the creek
below. Peter's bullets rocked the man back as they stitched across his huge
torso, tearing through muscle and bone shattering his heart, the
n.c.o. dropped to the ground dead with nerves still twitching his limbs as
his blood stained the mud beneath him. His remaining men continued a
valiant fight with the commandos but their more exposed position allowed
the sharp shooters to pick them off one by one until the area was
silent. The commandos crept from their positions and checked the dead enemy
lying about the muddy blood stained ground; there were no prisoners to be
taken as the enemy had fought to their deaths. The medic attached to the
platoon scrambled down the bank to assist the still unconscious lieutenant
where he lay in the gurgling creek below, Peter was still out to it lying
sprawled on a boulder on his back with his legs in the rushing creek. The
medic checked his pulse rate then examined his bleeding scalp, the matted
blond hair sticky with blood as the medic began bathing the wound gently,
Peter groaned and stirred his eyelids fluttered then opened. His eyes
slightly glazed but pupils unequal made the medic worried about his
condition as he cleaned the wound before bandaging it tightly. Peter
groaned in pain and said, "Crickey I've got one hell of a headache, what
hit me, was I shot or what?"
The medic laughed and replied, "Don't you remember what happened? The huge
Japanese sergeant running at us waving that big sword and firing his pistol
until empty then he threw it and hit you on the head and here you are
bathing in the creek while I'm tending your injury."
Peter groaned and lifted his legs from the water his boots squelching and
water running from them, he sat up as the medic finished his dressings and
tried to stand up, his legs wobbled like saplings in a gale and the medic
sat him back down on the boulder, "Just rest for a while there's no panic,
the fire fight's over sir, there are no live Japanese and we have only two
other wounded neither serious so you can relax the sergeant's setting up
our perimeter defences. I think you may have a fractured skull and you may
have to be sent back down the track to the base hospital in Moresby."
Peter shook his head causing him to groan loudly, "Oooh damn that hurts and
my vision is very blurred, can't you patch me up so I can stay here with
you blokes?"
The medic shook his head sadly saying, "I doubt it sir. You will need bed
rest at the least and you won't get that up here in the jungle with the
swampy conditions and bloody stinging insects and biting skeeters, damn
things are as big as planes if they ganged up on us they'd carry us away. I
reckon if ten of the buggers bit you at once they'd drain you dry of
blood."
Peter grimaced with pain as he laughed, the medic called up to a couple of
the commandos and said, "We need to get the boss up there fellas, he can't
manage it on his own can you organise it for him?"
The sergeant arrived and looked down at his wounded officer summed up the
situation quickly then ordered a stretcher brought and vines cut to use as
ropes, these were attached to the stretcher which was then lowered down the
steep bank to the medic who helped the groggy officer to lie on the
stretcher strapping Peter on and signalling the men above to haul away
dragging the stretcher up the bank. The men grasped the handles and lifted
the stretcher between them and carried Peter back down the muddy track to
where the battalion was bivouacked. The colonel and senior medic checked
Peter's vital signs and agreed he needed being sent back to Port Moresby
and the base hospital. Peter protested to no avail and he was passed over
to four native bearers who set off back down the track for the long haul
down the ranges, Peter drifted in and out of consciousness as the bearers
struggled on slipping and sliding on the treacherous path.
Peter was jarred back to consciousness several times when the bearers fell
dropping the stretcher, finally he begged them to just help him walk with
their support while two carried the empty stretcher if he needed to be
carried again. Peter stumbled along held up by the two fuzzy wuzzy angels,
his blurred vision and throbbing aching head causing him to vomit every now
and then. The native bearers treated him like a child as they helped him
along, the carriers climbing past them weighed down with supplies of food
and ammunition in a continuous stream exchanging greetings and gossip as
they passed, their slim taut ebony bodies gleaming as if oiled from the
sweat of their exertions.
Peter needed a piss and the natives halted while one fumbled with his fly
buttons eventually opening it and fishing out Peter's superb member and
holding it gently in his black fingers admiring the young white man's
penis. Peter tried and tried to piss but the strange hand holding him
caused him to dry up, the native began stroking his member and peter felt
himself becoming aroused rapidly, the other three bearers clustered about
him watching his engorging cock and talking excitedly between themselves in
their native tongue. Peter was soon as stiff as steel and the man was
wanking his prick while breathing heavily on the exposed red knob, Peter's
headache increased as his excitement built until with a groan he ejaculated
shooting pearly sperm all over the foliage of a large shrub next to the
track.
The native bent in and sucked on his spewing spike sucking the juice from
his tight nuts and rolling his wet tongue across the sensitive cock head,
Peter's knees gave out and he'd have fallen face down if the other bearers
hadn't grasped him gently holding his shaking body erect. Peter's aching
head throbbed blindingly from the exertion and his cock quickly wilted then
he emptied his full bladder hosing his sperm from the thick green foliage
as the bearer held his penis for him. Peter groaned and his body wavered
the bearers quickly made the stretcher available as he nearly passed
out. The leading bearer tucked Peter's prick back into his pants and did up
the buttons before they lifted the stretcher and once again began
struggling down the steep slippery track as the dark heavy clouds opened up
and a deluge descended from above saturating every body and running in
rivers off the jungle overhead. The track soon became a creek, then a
stream and eventually a river as the rainstorm bucketed down blotting out
the nearby trees like a liquid fog.
The men were saturated almost drowning under the deluge, there was no
shelter to be had as the water sluiced from the trees incessantly, the
temperature was still hot and the rain warm but still it chilled them to
the bone as the gale rushed through the wildly threshing green morass that
was the jungle. The men reached a creek but it was no longer a foot deep it
was a raging torrent of murky water dappled with small branches and leaves
whirling and racing downstream bucking in the rapids like wild horses. The
bearers stopped and lowered the stretcher and squatted beside Peter their
wet ebony bodies glistening wet and their fuzzy hair wet and bedraggled,
Peter lay shivering and wet his head wound leaking blood and staining the
soggy dressings pale crimson. The bearers broke huge leaves from a nearby
tree and held them like umbrellas over the shivering white man as they
watched him closely, worried frowns upon their faces.
As fast as it began the rain eased to a drizzle then ceased completely and
the humidity immediately increased as the wind dropped, perspiration oozed
from the men's pores as if it was still raining as they waited for the
raging torrent to subside. The steep mountains meant the water rapidly
descended the watercourses and soon the creek was passable. A group of
bearers were clustered on the opposite bank on their way up track and soon
the two groups were slipping and sliding on the slick round boulders in the
creek bed as they passed one another.
Darkness descended as the bearers reached a small village set in a clearing
beside the track; they carried the now delirious officer into a long hut
and set him down beside the fire. They began bathing him with water to
reduce his fever but apart from that they could do nothing to help
him. Peter tossed and turned all night moaning and groaning in his delirium
while at least one bearer kept watch beside him through the night. Next
morning the village stirred and the residents began cooking over the open
fires, the aroma of cooking monkey filled their nostrils and soon the
guests were given leaves containing not only cooked monkey but sago a
staple food. The headman's daughter came and began hand feeding the
weakened Peter, he struggled to swallow but some food was eaten and washed
down with sips of water from a tin mug.
Once they had eaten the bearers once again hefted the stretcher up their
slim taut bodies showing the strain of the heavy white man as their muscles
bulged, they once again set off leaving the village behind as they moved
along a level stretch of the track. Soon however the men were straining to
climb up a steep upgrade their bare feet finding purchase on the earthen
and timbered steps cut into the hillside, up and up they struggled sweat
dripping from their lithe bodies. The scent of their sweat filled the white
man's nostrils as he jerked and swayed along between them, Peter could see
the men's lap laps and their genitals moving under the cloth as they
climbed struggling upwards towards the clouds whose bulging bases caressed
the tall trees at the top of the incline.
Peter's fever raged through his body, his muddled brain was a whirling mass
of crazy thoughts and dreams as he lay sweating and moaning gibberish on
the jerking swaying stretcher. The carriers reached the top of the hill and
rested there in the drifting fog of cloud. Birdcalls eerily echoed through
the jungle and somewhere a monkey was chattering while the bearers regained
their breath.
To be continued.